Fiction Campus
8 SERIES
The paper with Macquire on top of the dormitory wall was seen again five months later. A month later I mean August when the seagulls sweep the dirty air in the early morning ceiling. I received the spectacular farewell news early in the morning. But my heart migrated towards the space of reason for the removal of the white paper.
The revocation left solitude for Melbourne's image and the row of my dreams with Mus. There is no third person. Among the lines of dreams written, only small dreams such as having a laptop, mobile phone, friends, supporting skills, and others are realized. Then there are still many small targets and one big dream can not be marked. And that biggest dream you know for yourself, meeting him in Melbourne.
If I had been deft in interpreting the meaning, it might have been easy for me to guess the essence of Mus meeting me in Melbourne or Sidney while he was in the neighboring country. If you understand me better, you can have dreams crazier than ours.
And the madness was fiery because the news of the farewell was a fact. Our dorm diamond has disappeared. The most mysterious yet most ridiculous man had already negated himself from the green space of the simplicity of the dormitory. And I just nailed it long enough.
“Hello, Big Boss! It's Picolo,” instantly my new android phone meets.
“Yes, I am here.”
“Have you heard that news? Are you sure want to be here for staying?”
I was made pensive again.
“Supposed anyone can understand the dumbest way to Heaven, Picolo!”
I don't know what my words mean either.
“Mr, we're on our way to the airport. The plane to Mecquire is about to depart in fifteen minutes. Mr. Iwan, other lecturers, and some students from all armies clapped at the airport,” Picolo said, with the sound of the wind creeping into the pores of the signal.
“Iya, I'll be there as fast as ‘Paris’. It might take ten minutes.”
Distance Bukit Tinggi, where our campus to Sumbawa Besar airport is not too far away. By riding a tail motorcycle, I was wasting more carbon dioxide than usual. The day really did trigger a new trauma as a second breakup.
I arrived at the airport twenty minutes later and watched the shimmering intelligentsia line up, honoring the departure of the bearded man. They are Mr. Iwan and the others. Bang Alen may be disappointed with me who always fails to pass the time. I always lose by crucial moments. It was the same when I was twice late at a freshman orientation event.
After the white bird Air Lion floated in half the air, I no longer expected myself to be seen by them. I came back and rubbed my shoulder back by a girl's quick sweep.
“Sorry ... mr! I'm hustling. The plane has left?”
The lining of my corneas seemed to be slicing through the situation. The question made me realize that there is always something late for me. And the zebra-veiled girl still looks at me sweetly.
“You like to wear animal patterns?” I opened up the awkwardness for a moment.
He's still confused.
“That,” I continued flat and pointed towards her hijab.
“Ah, yes ... this means ..”
“Black and white plaid colors like zebra cross.”
He just smiled and then tilted his eyeballs to the side. Looking back at the family of the greenhouse who are still staring at the departure of Bang Alen. I think that girl cares more than me. He doesn't even know Bang Alen. I think Bang Alen has a very good channel of emotional connection with anyone. He could be the best student at the time.
He disappeared after OSEK's student sister that year. When I asked Mr. Iwan, he said that Bang Alen was undergoing a three-month training period in Bali.
“For training should not pass the TOFL test and apply for a scholarship first?” I asked one spicy night to Mr. Iwan at his house.
“Alen has passed the test since you guys even semester holiday,” said Mr. Iwan steady.
“But ..”
“He beat competitors from UI in the fight for TOFL scores and scholarships to Australia.”
“Exceed numbers 600!”
“Score?”
Mr. Iwan assented.
“Picolo your semester sister as well as her brother will leave in two months after finishing training.”
“Oh?”
“Si Monday!”
“So, Bang Solihin's brother Picolo?”
The two extraordinary humans had actually never told or showcased their success before. It was as if they wanted their foster siblings to know without being told. And my sensitivity over their hidden struggles jolted my memory of their silliness. I have only known them for a year and have not been too curious about their intellectual and soul struggles. And then that night, I remembered Mus again.
All right, we're back to that face-to-face scene. The girl even erased her gaze towards me and ran gontai towards ‘paracendekia’ in the airport field. I was wasting my mind asking him.
“You're here ride what?”
He stopped his cute pace.
“I, em .. ride ojek mr!”
He continued his footwork towards the airport.
“It would be a waste of your existence there,” I said do not give up. “Better we return. Look at! They're already going home.”
Her pretty parachute raut doesn't seem to approve.
“Then I go home with them!”
“No, you'll be a burden!”
“Oh?”
“True. You have to follow what Big Boss says!”
“Who is it?”
“You don't need to know. You can come back to the college dorm with me if you want to cook faster for lunch.”
And he fled back towards me. When I arrived, I told him not to tell anyone I was coming to the airport.
“Iya, okay. Thank you, mr. .. for the valuable ride.”
“Oh? Meaning?”
“Hem .. no. It's nothing,” smile back. He then went into the girls' dormitory. And I'm back to planning the rest of my unfinished dreams. Picolo will be my right hand to reach the sky of Melbourne. I didn't mean to play Picolo's manhood. I want him to be like the old Mus. Their names are the same.
Yes, there is no meeting without intention. There is always a reason behind all the goodbyes. And that zebra-veiled girl, that would be a romantic leap that would bring a multi-choice relic to my life. I had to choose between meeting my dreams or underlining a slick dorm drama with her.
And the girl will also teach me a fantastic philosophy of life as a spice in the plot of this story. Yes, she was present as a drop of the adorable little angel of my journey. I didn't say date with you. I never want to play around in the name of love. Ah, you'll know for yourself next semester. Either Mus will accept this story or not later.